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Self Collage

half vent, mostly normal.

been drawing a lot in my sketchbook lately.. The universe has a taste and a smell to me sometimes. its like how you can sense its going to rain, yknow? Right now i sense that the direction i am going, i wont get a job. i didnt lock in when i needed to, i was close to the sun and felt it. alas, but i am okay with this right now. maybe tomorrow i wont be, but thats tomorrow and today is today! im also young, my elders know more than me, so im going to listen to them. and do my own thing of course, thats what im about.

my life is kinda changing fast, but its also really slow because its winter. it feels like im playing with kinetic sand and wathcing it just move through my fingers as i pick it up and play with it more.

that has nothing to do with the art of course, enjoy a lil collage of some doodles from my sketchbook i did this january

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Linkedin vs. Tumblr

Its jekyll and hyde out here yall!!

Being on LinkedIn this morning (because i HAVE to lock in more) and man! Its so cool seeing everyone post their professional projects and things they did, events they went to, etc. and so when I post I am professional in my wording and just,, the most normal looking dude.

and then i get on here and get in my personal sketchbook and its like a switch flips. its so crazy. like not even just being on insta or anything else. no, being on TUMBLR is the thing that turns me into Mr. Hyde and i just become a relentless artist with the instinctual craving to create nonsense.

unleash the beast ig LOL

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books

whenever i read a book i am always sent into 3 modes.

mode 1 is just immediately closing it and walking around, talking about what just happened in the book to a fake audience and my thoughts on the chapter. like to help digest the story but also to get the sudden energy of passion out in a way that makes sense (yapping) it feels so spectacular to just blab about the ups and downs of a book regardless if i love it or hate it, it feels like im connecting to the writing in some way deeper than words.

mode 2 is thinking about writing something myself. ever since i was a kid and i would read i would always have the urge to write immediately after. as if i was going to publish this amazing book or something, kinda dreaming of myself as a successful writer. and deep down i still think that i could be a writer because yknow,, why not? its fun to do

mode 3 is realizing that sometimes i get a little too excited and i need to calm down. i need to focus on more realistic things. and i walk away from the book for a minute, subconciously, and do something else. usually something menial, that will make me forget about the passion i just held moments ago.

i wonder when mode 3 will go away. i want to find a way to get rid of it, to plunge myself back into whipping out a pen and jotting down story ideas and fleshing out comic pages. since when did that idea feel unrealistic?

i dont want to make promises i cant keep, but i do want to continue to try to be a writer. and not for the success, but for something deeper in me, like hiding my stories in my school library hoping for any reader to find it. i want that again.